Chapter 61 R-18(3)

• Stacy’s fingers dug into his scalp, feeling the heat within her intensifying and her climax getting closer due to the stimulation of Bruce's perfect fingers against her clit.
• "M-mr. yates!” Stacy groaned with her eyes tightly shut as she moved her hips up and down, her bones clenching and her toes curled up. "Harder,” She cried.
• "Not yet, little birdie,” He whispered and moved to Stacy’s chest and took one of her plump cherries into his mouth, gently sucking on it as he skillfully fingered her warm hole with one of his middle fingers.